Best Banisters Poems

Blue Ribbon Moment Monoku

school rule...don't slide down banisters...rule ignored...caught by principal's arms

9-2-20...

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Armadilly Billy the Sling Shot Kidster was steadily on the move.
He was leaving the Southwest and his reputation behind, for sure!
Every gunslinger was out for him and of killing he’d become tired.
Even the weather was being surly, as a dust storm was blowing wild.

Traveling way...

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Mind often makes a circuitous pilgrimage
Sliding down and going up the banisters of time
As I hear the grating sound of worn stairs behind
Memories come darting in and out of shadows

From childhood’s flamboyant days
Mind scuttles between the past and the present
Skipping over the bliss of buoyant...

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Snowy footprints lead the way up the drive to my front door
Through a path of four foot high light up candy canes they soar
Beautiful wreath of glorious design greeting loved ones so dear
Welcome to my "holiday home" at this special time of year

Come inside to...

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The house came with ghosts.  
Not the subtle kind, either—no  
wistful sighs or cool drafts,  
just full-blown poltergeist tantrums.  
Cabinets slamming at 2 a.m.,  
spectral remnants of old arguments  
rattling the windows, the smell  
of burnt toast no...

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In hushed strides silver threads tonight unfold again,
my longing on trampled soil to be rolled again.

Beneath maple leaves my silent flower shivers,
scarlet bed of withering dreams is cold again.

So numb my desires echo in hollowed umbra,
My wishes I fear might remain untold again.

Lonely lark from...

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ancient oak got on his knees
the best he could considering he is older
and his roots are creaking, and his knees no longer bend
he needed guidance, and he knew where to go.
God heard and answered ancient oak’s plea.
a few months later ancient oak was put into...

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Behold the abominable annals of the Storm domicile,
A living, groaning edifice of lumber and bureaucratic despair—
Where Allen Storm, the paternal prodigal of procedural pedantry,
Treads upon its creaking floors with the rigor of a misfiled memo,
And Betty Storm, matron of mundane mismanagement,
Douses its sentient walls with...

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Then the winter night will knock on the door,
And as one would step inside the cerulean lake;
Vying with cold, have to discern the warmth of life,
The fishes will gather as if drooping on the feet,
The moon would come down to the floor of the heart,

Ah!...

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Oh! How great it tastes: Steamy Riot
But is it delicious like Quiet?
How glorious it appears: Chariot 
Still in some wars and conflicts: Idiot…

I had had to talk about Riot:
The scene promising all but quiet,
The maddest jury of a chariot,
As men go for chaos like diet.

Real...

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That autumn morning, when I first saw you
Tall and handsome, draped in a suit,
I felt life, throbbing within
Never to leave me.

Shorn of love and feeling for days
Burnt screams of emptiness
Had resonated in my heart’s crevices. 
Without a name.

You brought me relief and rescued me
from bearing...

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Jennifer’s adoring husband built her a castle greenhouse
surrounded by a gorgeous brick wall with round banisters.
she spent spring and summer out there, planting flowers
poppies, lilies, tulips, and roses were her favorites.

She also nurtured wild flowers like woodland sunflowers
Queen Anne’s lace, mosses, violets, and wild strawberries
Her...

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Within the first slivers of platinum moonlight, fireflies flicker.
Diamond dust from a bygone comet streaks by, piercing electric skies,
whilst a balmy August twilight enwraps an aging porch.
The gleam of a single candelabra casts light upon
harlequin-green ivy that tangles around worn banisters,
while primroses grow through cracks...

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More graceful in full blubber
than a ballroom dancer,
a seal slides down banisters 
of spiral staircases
in ice-cold currents.

Smiling like a cat,
slipping into water,
swimming down and up,
fat from fishing, 
sunning, sleeping on the rocks,
		I could never push you over.

Seal immovable:
magnificent,  obese.


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You opened your doors in 1998. 

Little did you realise, how highly you’d rate.

With grand halls and ceilings and banisters gleaming. 

When people come to visit, it’s like they are dreaming.

No detail too small, overlooked or unfinished. 

Any uncertainty would soon be diminished.

The Festival Village,...

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